Supposedly, Hemingway once wrote a story in six words: "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." I'm no Hemingway, but I dig the idea of ultra-short stories.
I write them from time to time. You might like some. You can find me on Twitter at @dcwllms.

Thursday, May 1, 2014

851. Budget parameters

The sun was stinking hot.
It bounced off the water in ugly ways in all directions.
The yellow of the life raft baked.
He sat cross-legged considering three saltine crackers.